@coca-colonial
He had been lucky, something was looking out for him as things could have been so, so much worse. Five months had passed since the invasion and Albert, his family and those still loyal to him had slipped into hiding. The true king was hidden in a small cottage in Canisbay, Scotland. He was there to meet with one whom his own resistance believed sought to right what had happened.
Four armed guards stood outside, waiting for this visitor to arrive, the rest were off protecting his family. He knew this would be a quiet meeting but it was the possible association with the false Queen Consort that had him on edge, he did not know what he would face from Daniel and he only hoped that he was still the man he knew from his naval days.
